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Un-winding My Mind Wings
02:52
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Picture for practice an esophagus. Swallows hard to leave this world of dirt and dust. Thrust into a portal where no mortal walks within their skin, a grin placed upon ones face and then replaced with space. Give us your veins kid, give me the reins for this chariot is headed towards the sun son so sew these seeds. I'll hand um' if you'll plant um' and we can make a whistle in the reeds. Inventing lanterns for lighting, inviting good tidings, follow me down with the roots and their winding... Seek sound for quickly they'll be finding that the road on which their riding was invented, pretended, founded in death yet it felt like play. In fact when I focused on the walls I saw them partly decay, yet nay. I am simply exploring a thought and the un-winding of my mind wings wont lead my world to rot. The invention of my ascension leads me to rise, learn to imagine and see it reflected before your eyes. We live in death lest we invent life and so strive. Strive until we're sick and sick we will be. Let this seed grow and reach towards the breeze. I wish to be more like the un-knowers with their un-knowing. Not one of the millions and billions of boats rowing against the current and if you weren't so busy fighting you may be finding that rowing actually keeps us from knowing. The current awakens the observant, even un-nerves them though the current only asks for our attention. Change, the nature of "is" and poison to push against what's so....and so? That is the question, infinitely perplexing. Pointing towards meaning in absence but, spare me the nature of things and begin the speaking. I have been sitting soaking in this eternity for an eternity so bells start ringing! A triumphant chorus of angels had best start singing...silence the only answer echo'ed back from the space I had once sought and so sing my world through three's and let my mind just rot.
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Fire Jaw
04:34
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Have I lost my mind? My head? My thoughts are spinning. My world...my face was grinning. Lost in a sea of sights and thoughtless wonder...have I lost my mind? My heads on backwards. A forgotten page, a missing chapter. I'll be right there after I find my mind. I can't seem to carry time of day. Things will be different when my head's straight. Maybe this music will just vibrate my mind awake.
...and though some day this body will decay, that's okay. I'll go with my babe.
Here a place to rest, watch our breathe, let the dust collect... Chasing spirals colored in by the wind. A base-shape repeating forever within all I see.
Oh love be true. Yours in mine and mine in you.
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Thus Far
03:38
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I'm dying just trying to be the man I wish to see. All of this thinking is hard to find when you're only worth your mind. It feels like sinking upon glass.
The skyline descended quickly. I want it all to come down. Pale from throwing rocks at the moon, I don't think so. I don't think so, no. I want it all to come down.
I think I'm ready to slow down.
Life all around me, movement in high speed. Trickling down from above like morsels of love and insight. Inside, a night light to save me when darkness is waking me up.
Don't say we could move on babe. I would do anything to erase the time you told me not to come around here.
We wont always walk on backwards and we wont always know for sure but, darling...
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I think I'e been through this place before. Through clouded eyes, a vision shaping the familiar. Our mind leaves, our body seems to have life taken from it's vein. Our thoughts decay never to say these words again.
The absence of words accents a love that I'd lost in seeking it.
Leaving this body, this earth, paths through time...waking in dreams. Land of no eyes.
Wont we all say no? We all will go.
I'll make like the rhythm, the rhythm in my chest. Drop a beat like my heart and palpitate till death. With a tremble in my voice to match the crumbling of this life I'll place away the pageantry's and live for what is right...and with my heart in every action, every action being made I'll have one more breathe in me to see the turning of the page...and what remains.
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In Repeating
03:32
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I can walk without these legs, I could count by the hour glass it seems it's maddening the trying and trying. Though, the trying is for you my dear. I show no effort for my own. Sewn into this poem my blood and bone. What I would make for you...my short comings bubble on through.
Where does it come from? The melody that awoke and stoked the flame in the framework inside of me. I stand, this soil's not my own but I'm rooted with pen in hand. Seeds sewn. Simply awaiting a process that is known to repeat the repeating. A simple circle to behold. Time and time again, a line in the sand to erode my confidence.
It came like wind, as I did from nowhere. The same mechanics and structure again and again. My woes stem not from the repeating. Just a fire inside me grows again and again...
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